'Namby's the name,' said the sheriff's deputy, as Mr.Pickwick took his spectacles from under the pillow,and put them on, to read the card. 'Namby, Bell Alley,Coleman Street.'
At this point, Sam Weller, who had had his eyes fixed hitherto on Mr. Namby's shining beaver, interfered.
'Are you a Quaker?' said Sam.
'I'll let you know I am, before I've done with you,'replied the indignant officer. 'I'll teach you manners,my fine fellow, one of these fine mornings.
